[Allison follows obediently, still smiling a little...and still holding one of Lydia's hands, keeping contact because the wolf wanted it. Now that she was close, Allison felt so desperately clingy...it was weird, but a good kind of weird.
She let Lydia steer her inside once she got the door open, and only then did she feel like she could let go because it was Lydia's room...her den, at least that's the other word that came to mind and she blamed the wolf for it.
It was home turf, and it made her feel better. More secure.]
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She let Lydia steer her inside once she got the door open, and only then did she feel like she could let go because it was Lydia's room...her den, at least that's the other word that came to mind and she blamed the wolf for it.
It was home turf, and it made her feel better. More secure.]